Lost, Jack/Sawyer, scars/tattoos, angst/hope, journeys/motels, R (979 words) part one of twohaldoorApril 22 2010, 01:57:33 UTC
Jack woke up slowly; not like he'd always done in the past. Being on the road and in no hurry to get anywhere-because there was nowhere in particular that they were going-had finally broken him of the alarm clock habit. Even 'waking up way before he needed to' had disappeared with leaving everything from their convoluted and strangely intertwined past behind them.
Rolling over in the early morning sunlight, Jack squinted towards the doorway, taking in Sawyer's lean frame shadowed in brightness as he leaned against the frame, cigarette in hand and smoke trailing lazily from the corner of his mouth. He wore only jeans, and his feet were bare.
Jack took in the posture since he was unable to see a facial expression with the sun as it was behind Sawyer. He was worried about something. He hadn't been this tense last night, nor for some time, in fact; neither of them had. The travelling life seemed to suit both of them these days; it was hard to settle down after everything they'd seen and done, and any case, why did they need to?
Prising himself off the bed, Jack quickly pulled on his shorts and headed towards the door. Sawyer, sensing the movement, turned back towards the room, flicking the cigarette stub out into the parking lot of the motel.
"Hey." His voice was whisky-smooth and more relaxed than his posture had been. "Rise and shine time, huh?" He slung an arm across Jack's back as he approached and nuzzled into his neck, uncaring of who could see across the courtyard outside the open door.
"What's up, Sawyer?" Jack arched his neck, letting Sawyer lick and kiss at him, savouring the warmth that started trickling through his body because of it. Why should he care either; no one knew them out here.
"Up?" Sawyer murmured against his skin, making him shiver deliciously, and using his spare hand to flick the door closed before backing Jack towards the bed. "Why should anything be up, 'cept this?" The smirk on his face as he guided Jack's hand to his crotch made Jack grin despite himself.
Sawyer could change moods faster than most, but it didn't mean he'd forgotten anything. Jack squeezed lightly, causing Sawyer to hiss softly; he was half-hard already.
"You looked uneasy just now. Need anything?" Jack didn't give up the playful look; teasing was more effective with Sawyer than demands.
"What I need," Sawyer told him, heated look shifting from his eyes down to the obvious bulge now growing in Jack's boxers, "is right in front of me." He waggled his eyebrows and gave Jack a push so he bounced into the mattress.
Sawyer's jeans were off quicker than Jack could shift back and rid himself of his shorts, and then he was covering Jack's body with his own, fair hair glinting magically in the sunlight as Jack looked up at him. Jack's eyes slid over Sawyer's chest, and he touched the scar on Sawyer's left arm lightly, seeing in his mind's eye the swollen bloat of infection he'd had when Jack first saw it. Strangely, it wasn't off-putting; it reminded him of what they'd been through to get this far, how desperately he'd felt the need to fix Sawyer way back then.
Lost, Jack/Sawyer, scars/tattoos, angst/hope, journeys/motels, R (979 words) part two of twohaldoorApril 22 2010, 01:58:10 UTC
He sensed Sawyer watching the way he traced his fingertips over it and let his eyes be drawn to Sawyer's face. There was no hurry here despite how it had started; they'd done this-or something like it-a million times over the last few months.
"What do you see when you do that, Doc?"
"Same as you do when you touch my tattoos, I suppose," Jack answered after a moment's thought.
Sawyer snorted, like he couldn't imagine they saw the same things, but Jack was fairly sure it couldn't be too different, even if he had gotten the tattoos before he and Sawyer ever knew the other existed.
Propping himself up over Jack on one arm as Jack continued to trace the pattern of scars on his golden skin, Sawyer smiled dreamily down at him, free hand straying to the tattoos. It tickled lightly, but Jack didn't mind and he held still, ceasing his own finger motion as he watched Sawyer's green-blue eyes deepen in thought.
After a few silent moments, Sawyer met his eyes again. "I wanna find something."
Desire didn't completely disappear at the words, but Jack's heart thumped solidly and he swallowed cautiously before asking, "Find what?"
"Not sure you'll agree to it." Sawyer looked as worried as before suddenly, his tension practically crackling between their bodies to make Jack feel equally as afraid all of a sudden.
"What is it?"
"A place." Sawyer almost shifted off him, but Jack held him there, questioning with his eyes. He thought about asking again, but Sawyer knew what Jack wanted to know. It took a while, but Sawyer finally went on. "We been together a while now, Doc, ya know? Been through a lot. This-what we have-is more'n I've had before. Just…" He rolled his eyes, his difficulty with the admission obvious.
"Sawyer, I know all that. Just tell me. I'm not going to run screaming from the room, okay?"
Sawyer licked his lip carefully, shifting so that a frisson of their interrupted lust sparked through Jack. "A place for us. Somewhere to stop. Ain't we done enough running now? Don't ever have to go back there." He was still on edge and the frown that marred his perfect brow made him look older than it should.
Was that all? Jack smiled, putting his hand around Sawyer's neck and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. Sawyer responded slowly, but Jack could feel the tension ease out of his body as the kiss deepened.
"Yeah," Jack said when they finally parted for breath, "Let's do that."
Rolling over in the early morning sunlight, Jack squinted towards the doorway, taking in Sawyer's lean frame shadowed in brightness as he leaned against the frame, cigarette in hand and smoke trailing lazily from the corner of his mouth. He wore only jeans, and his feet were bare.
Jack took in the posture since he was unable to see a facial expression with the sun as it was behind Sawyer. He was worried about something. He hadn't been this tense last night, nor for some time, in fact; neither of them had. The travelling life seemed to suit both of them these days; it was hard to settle down after everything they'd seen and done, and any case, why did they need to?
Prising himself off the bed, Jack quickly pulled on his shorts and headed towards the door. Sawyer, sensing the movement, turned back towards the room, flicking the cigarette stub out into the parking lot of the motel.
"Hey." His voice was whisky-smooth and more relaxed than his posture had been. "Rise and shine time, huh?" He slung an arm across Jack's back as he approached and nuzzled into his neck, uncaring of who could see across the courtyard outside the open door.
"What's up, Sawyer?" Jack arched his neck, letting Sawyer lick and kiss at him, savouring the warmth that started trickling through his body because of it. Why should he care either; no one knew them out here.
"Up?" Sawyer murmured against his skin, making him shiver deliciously, and using his spare hand to flick the door closed before backing Jack towards the bed. "Why should anything be up, 'cept this?" The smirk on his face as he guided Jack's hand to his crotch made Jack grin despite himself.
Sawyer could change moods faster than most, but it didn't mean he'd forgotten anything. Jack squeezed lightly, causing Sawyer to hiss softly; he was half-hard already.
"You looked uneasy just now. Need anything?" Jack didn't give up the playful look; teasing was more effective with Sawyer than demands.
"What I need," Sawyer told him, heated look shifting from his eyes down to the obvious bulge now growing in Jack's boxers, "is right in front of me." He waggled his eyebrows and gave Jack a push so he bounced into the mattress.
Sawyer's jeans were off quicker than Jack could shift back and rid himself of his shorts, and then he was covering Jack's body with his own, fair hair glinting magically in the sunlight as Jack looked up at him. Jack's eyes slid over Sawyer's chest, and he touched the scar on Sawyer's left arm lightly, seeing in his mind's eye the swollen bloat of infection he'd had when Jack first saw it. Strangely, it wasn't off-putting; it reminded him of what they'd been through to get this far, how desperately he'd felt the need to fix Sawyer way back then.
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"What do you see when you do that, Doc?"
"Same as you do when you touch my tattoos, I suppose," Jack answered after a moment's thought.
Sawyer snorted, like he couldn't imagine they saw the same things, but Jack was fairly sure it couldn't be too different, even if he had gotten the tattoos before he and Sawyer ever knew the other existed.
Propping himself up over Jack on one arm as Jack continued to trace the pattern of scars on his golden skin, Sawyer smiled dreamily down at him, free hand straying to the tattoos. It tickled lightly, but Jack didn't mind and he held still, ceasing his own finger motion as he watched Sawyer's green-blue eyes deepen in thought.
After a few silent moments, Sawyer met his eyes again. "I wanna find something."
Desire didn't completely disappear at the words, but Jack's heart thumped solidly and he swallowed cautiously before asking, "Find what?"
"Not sure you'll agree to it." Sawyer looked as worried as before suddenly, his tension practically crackling between their bodies to make Jack feel equally as afraid all of a sudden.
"What is it?"
"A place." Sawyer almost shifted off him, but Jack held him there, questioning with his eyes. He thought about asking again, but Sawyer knew what Jack wanted to know. It took a while, but Sawyer finally went on. "We been together a while now, Doc, ya know? Been through a lot. This-what we have-is more'n I've had before. Just…" He rolled his eyes, his difficulty with the admission obvious.
"Sawyer, I know all that. Just tell me. I'm not going to run screaming from the room, okay?"
Sawyer licked his lip carefully, shifting so that a frisson of their interrupted lust sparked through Jack. "A place for us. Somewhere to stop. Ain't we done enough running now? Don't ever have to go back there." He was still on edge and the frown that marred his perfect brow made him look older than it should.
Was that all? Jack smiled, putting his hand around Sawyer's neck and pulling him in for a long, slow kiss. Sawyer responded slowly, but Jack could feel the tension ease out of his body as the kiss deepened.
"Yeah," Jack said when they finally parted for breath, "Let's do that."
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I loved the image of them standing in the doorway together, not caring who saw. Very hot. Hehe.
Thank you!
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